Page 17 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“Oh.” She smiles, and I take her down to the mattress.
I roll us until she’s straddling me.
“You have the softest, silkiest skin. I can’t get enough of touching you.” My voice is guttural, filled with desire, with hunger, with need. I press a kiss to her knee and make a trail of them up the inside of her thigh, my destination clear.
Her belly quivers, and she writhes and lifts her hips. She lies before me, naked, vulnerable, ready.
I reach for my belt buckle, and her eyes drop, following my motions as I work it open. I take out my hard dick, and she sinks her teeth into her lip. My eyes lock on hers as I stand over her. The power dynamic is not lost on her.
The need to take her is strong, and my heart pounds and my blood rushes through my veins.
I keep myself in check.
“I want to savor every moment with you, pretty girl.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?” I reply.
As I strip off my clothes, her gaze roams over me. My cock stands long and hard. I grasp the thick shaft and stroke it, root to crown.
At the motion, her chest rises and falls, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Sweetness, the image of that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick is all I can think about.”
I grab her ankles and drag her to the end of the bed.
Sliding along the bedspread, she gasps, and I grin.
“Baby, the way your eyes flare tells me everything I need to know. You like being manhandled, don’t you? You like me taking control, don’t you?”
I don’t wait for her answer, just drop to my knees and put her thighs over my shoulders.
At the first stroke of my thumb over her pussy, she jumps.
“I can’t wait to taste you again,” I murmur, my voice deep with desire. I stroke her again, slow and easy.
Her body responds with a rush of wetness. I dip my head for a taste.
The first swipe of the flat of my tongue has her shuddering and moaning. I go back for more, again and again, until she’s lifting her hips, seeking my mouth.
I tunnel my tongue inside her wet channel, and then up to circle her clit. She jumps again, then bucks against me.
I grasp the back of her knees and pin her to the bed. Then I take my sweet time, spending endless minutes on the sensitive bud that I coax out, until her hands are fisting handfuls of the bedspread.
I release one leg and slip two fingers into her tight pussy.
She moans.
“So wet for me, aren’t you?” I stroke with my fingertips, searching out that secret spot deep inside her, while my thumb, drawing circles around her clit, both motions sending her thrashing until she can’t focus. I watch every emotion cross her face.
Her eyes close, and her mouth parts.
“Look at me, pretty girl,” I order.
She does and finds me watching her with liquid heat.
Her breasts jiggle as she writhes, and my gaze drops to them.
